[There's the sound of heavy footfalls before you can see her, the pace irregular as she stumbles along. She looks just about as good as she feels, her face swollen from all the branches that have smacked back against her, sweat running down her face and her hair scraped back against her head.

She eventually catches up, landing on all fours just before them, her whole body shaking and steam rising from her armor. She's trying to control her breathing so she doesn't attract any more bloody monsters, but the grunting sound she's making can't be helped.

... And then her head shoots up, eyes flashing as she looks at the both of them, the relief she might have felt before replaced with anger. It's a good job she can't bloody do anything about it right now, she's just going to breath... very loudly.]